SE: Okay, Day two!
December 2nd - The Shopping Experience -
He walked down the street toward his destination. All the while wondering how he go stuck doing this.
Flashback
"Alright! Long stick!"
"Me too."
"Long."
"Long. One and one half inch.
"fifteen cen says the Boss gets it." Havoc held out his money. The rest disagreed, the boss never lost. Mustang just glared and walked over to Hawkeye, who was holding the straws. A brief moment later he reached out and took one from her grasp…
It was half an inch…the rest of the command paid up to Havoc…
"Well, sir," Riza started, "Good luck, try not to burn anything, sir."
End Flashback
'Damn straws…ah, there it is.' he pulled out of his musings upon seeing his destination.
Robbins's Tree Lot
Yes, that is correct. The great Roy Mustang the Flame Alchemist: Hero of Ishbel - was shopping for a Christmas tree.
Damn he hated his luck.
As he approached a man standing by the entrance looked up. He was greeted by this man. "Hello, I'm Joe, what kind of tree do you need."
"Hello, Colonel Mustang, I only need a small one…"
"Colonel? Well, lets find you the best!"
Roy Mustang was in a living hell. He. Does. Not. Shop. For anything… half way through the salesman's babbling his fingers were itching to snap and set the entire premises ablaze. The only thing that stopped him was the thought of Hawkeye's gun.
"And here we have a fine selection, small, freshly cut, and cheep!"
"Hey Joe, need your help over here!" there were a few guys trying to load a tree onto a car. Joe said something to Roy that was not quite heard and ran off. So there Roy was, left to shop for a tree, alone. Someone was getting toasted for this, probably Havoc, now that he thought of it.
Slowly he walked around, freezing, looking at things that all looked the same to him. A tree is a tree. What the hell is so special about them? Wait? What was that crunching noise?
His time in the army had told him go move. Did he listen to the wise little voice that had saved his ass many a time. No. Instead he slowly turned around. Only to see a mass of green falling toward him.
The cold must have messed with his thought process. Luckily he tumbled out of the way, barely, and only landed on his back. 'I think my ankle is twisted…' Yup, he was dazed.
"Oi! Colonel are you alright?" Joe rushed over and helped him up.
"Fine," he glanced around before his gaze settled on a tree a bit taller than him, "that one over there, someone will be by tomorrow to pick it up and pay." with that said he left to go back and finish his paperwork.
There was a knock and his door opened to let his first lieutenant enter.
"Sir, did-"
"-I went, got my ear talked off, froze my ass off, a tree fell on me, and Havoc is going to pick it up and pay for it tomorrow." there was a noise of protest from said person from the outer office. "And that's an order, second lieutenant!" he added a bit more loudly.
Riza smiled, just a little, but enough for Roy to notice.
"What?"
"Nothing sir, just happy there was no need for the fire department."
"No, there wouldn't be, seeing as how you switched my gloves…"
"Sir?" she sounded confused, but the knowing smirk that graced her lips gave her away.
He sighed. Gloves stolen by a gun-crazy lieutenant and almost crushed by a tree. Yes, this was turning out to be a great week…
The next day
"Where are my gloves!"
The entire command tried to look innocent. Mustang spotted the tree, bare except the top. Not a star like normal. No. It was his gloves.
Hughes took many pictures of Roy getting his gloves down and proceeding to torch Havoc, Brenda, himself, not before handing Fury the camera and instructions to keep clicking.
Riza watched the scene, hand on gun if things got out of hand, with a smile that was rarely seen on her.
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